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[forourqueen]

[Good evening, Accord. How are you all doing? Getting ready to sleep

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[birdmetaphor]

[Robin sort of... runs into this guy and his horse on his way up to his room, right after he gets out from the stairwell. he looks surprised as anyone would be to find an undead horse walking around the castle, but that's quickly followed by a look of dry annoyance.]

I swear to the gods, if this is Adel's fault...

[forourqueen]

Whose fault?

[The corpse in the saddle hisses, glaring down at Robin.]

[birdmetaphor]

Oh, you're sentient too.

[Robin doesn't seem to be the least bit concerned that he is being glared at by a corpse. which is probably a bad thing, but hey.]

No one. He wouldn't be that smart.

Who are you?

[forourqueen]

None of your business. I do not answer to the living.

[He snarls out the word 'living' like it was far more disgusting than the fact that his own jaw was coming loose on one side.]

[birdmetaphor]

[yeah that's kinda gnarly, bro.]

That hardly seems fair. I don't have a choice in that matter.

[forourqueen]

I could take care of that, for you.

[birdmetaphor]

You could try. But unfortunately, you don't have a choice in the matter either.

It's entirely out of anyone's control.

[forourqueen]

So they all say.

[birdmetaphor]

I'll put it bluntly: even if you ripped me in half, I'd be fine in an hour.

[and as if that's a definitive stopping point, he continues.]

At least humor me with one answer. Were you summoned here, or did you just--show up?

[forourqueen]

How curious.

[He kind of wants to test that theory =/]

I am nobody's slave. I am a free Forsaken, not the pet of some Scourge necromancer.

[He spits on the floor in disgust. It's... rather dry.]

[birdmetaphor]

[he'd rather not be torn in half right now, but there's always the future.]

Well, good. That means I don't have to get angry at anyone.

[forourqueen]

[Gabe will make a note of it for future reference. =P]

Tch. Necromancer troubles?

[birdmetaphor]

A bit. It's an interesting group.

What should I call you?

[forourqueen]

Pitiful bunch, I'd say.

Gabriel.

[birdmetaphor]

I didn't say they weren't that, too.

Gabriel. [...] Nice horse.

[I mean what else is there to say? :|a]

[forourqueen]

[The corpse pats the bleached bones of the horse's skeletal neck.]

She's decent enough.